The Man Who Fell to Earth and Me

You entered my life so unexpectedly and at a time I was too young to appreciate your music or your profound mind. When we met I was not particularly impressed but I had never been a girl who was star struck. After all, Tom Berenger, Mimi Rodgers, Ava Gabor and Fernando Lamas were all running around on the set and with John Landis directing it appeared to be just another week in an already interesting life.
It was not until you opened your heart while opening your mouth to sing with all of us on the set that I truly saw through you. I will never forget the onslaught of “Row row row your boat” as you led all the actors and extras in a rousing round of repetitious notes, each one sung with more zeal than the last. The louder you got the more frustrated our director John grew. He tried to be annoyed but loved how we all chimed in and by the end of the techs lighting the set we were awash in laughter.
I remember being in the wardrobe room with you as you were changing clothes and how engaging you were even half naked. For a young lady from the south, I turned 50 shades of red to your mischievous amusement. Once dressed, I remember all the posing you did as I snapped your picture with a Polaroid Instamatic,  pictures I still hold dear today, 25 years later.
But it wasn’t until years later that you reappeared in my life when you added me to one of your social media sites. I remember thinking that there was no way you remembered me, but you did to my amazement…a man who had millions of fans, who had traveled around the world a thousand times and yet you remembered me. I was giddy when you first sent me a message, it was so respectful and kind not the usual type of salacious message many of us get in social media, so eloquent and supportive. I was over the moon that day in January when you surprised me by posting a You Tube video of “HBO’s Dream On” and to my overwhelming surprise I saw myself for the first time in 20 years standing there with you in several scenes. For all those years I just thought I was on the editing floor and was astonished to see us together on film. You were so taken by my giggle and joy even writing, “Your enthusiasm and joy is a contagion for which there can be no cure!!” I floated for the remainder of the week thrilled to have this piece of history at my disposal. I remember how you encouraged me to record one of your favorite songs, “This Is Not America” (video) > and how much you loved it and the video…I was moved and humbled to my knees.
I was so taken back by your gentle way. I gleefully copied and pasted every communication we shared over the next several years into a word document, knowing this time had to be different, that I would in no way ever take you for granted again. I knew our time was limited and I had a gut feeling it would be brief so I milked every moment of laughter and love you sent my way, always respecting the fact you were a husband to a beautiful wife and never crossing any lines, one of many reasons I felt you continued engaging with me. We had history yet I had never been one of your groupies, you once said it was so refreshing to meet someone who had such self-respect and class, to which I actually remember blushing. You were such a perfect gentleman.
I wrestled with trying to understand why in the 18 months you had liver cancer, why you did not get in touch and allow me to help you. You knew of my spiritual gifts and you knew there was a chance I could help you. I wondered why you didn’t at least get in touch with me to say goodbye. Then it hit me. You couldn’t because you were determined to die the way you had lived, on your terms and you simply could not take a chance on anyone finding out other than your family. I also came to the obvious conclusion that you had made your peace with death; after all you had suffered as many 6 heart attacks over the past 10 years. I could see it in the video “Where Are We Now” your eyes revealed complacency and you were not even sick then. I knew when I saw that video your days were numbered then my dreams began telling me even more. I remember waking up in August almost 18 months ago, around the same time of your diagnosis, and my lips voiced; “David!” before I even opened my eyes. I knew yet didn’t. I prayed for you then as I do now.
I poured through all of our conversations and interactions on the day you left the earth, only to crumble in a pile of melting sighs and melodic tears. You touched me, you moved me, your music elevated my imagination but more, you added to my life in ways so unique that I am but in awe of the gifts you possessed. The gift of being a storyteller, an artist and a musical scholar so obvious to anyone who knew or heard you, but more, you held a rare gift many may not be so aware of; the art of decency and genuine caring for souls who could never add more than a moment, a giggle, a song or a poem to your book of life. I wish I could say I was special but the truth is, you made everyone you met feel special as though they were a lifelong friend. I am grateful to have encountered the man, not the musician, the man who came to earth and left a mark in the hearts of ordinary souls with extraordinary hearts. I am delighted you are soaring and seeing all the wonders you only were able to have a brief glimpse of while on earth. You have arrived Major Tom.162966_1755770097778_47789_nAriaa Jaeger is a Spiritual Life Strategist, Intuitive counselor and Best-Selling Author. If you would like to make an appointment with Ariaa or wish to set up a free consultation or reading, visit her website,

6 thoughts on “The Man Who Fell to Earth and Me

  1. Ariaa, that was such a beautiful and touching read. I will now share on my page. All I can say is Wow. I’m just speechless. ❤ xoxo

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s